Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 43

Spencer floored the gas pedal all the way to Dorsey International, and when he reversed to park beneath the towering edifice, he scraped a Lamborghini that was just pulling into the spot next door.

Recognizing the familiar license plate, his brow furrowed with irritation as he stepped out of the car. Of all the rotten luck, he just had to run into this jinx!

A petite girl emerged from the other vehicle, her nose adorned with designer shades, her skin so smooth it almost glared in the sunlight. She glanced up at the imposing Dorsey Tower, slid her sunglasses off, and let out a sharp whistle that cut through the hustle and bustle of the crowd before tossing them carelessly back into her car.

The tattoos covering her exposed, pale arms belied her girlish demeanor, giving her an air of rebelliousness.

Upon s

seeing Spencer, she turned and greeted him with a casual swagger. “Spencer.”

Tiffanie Harkins, clad in a crop top tank, slung her purse over her shoulder with a flamboyant toss.

“I heard you got the boot from Maxie, and that Brielle got bumped up to director?”

fourth daughter, notorious for her extravagant spending and for cycling through boyfriends like seasonal outfits. She was the black sheep of the capital’s elite, her reputation in tatters since

gaze lingered on the rose tattoos adorning her arm, his

yawn. “Just got back from the family estate. Uncle Ryan’s getting an

avoid further entanglement, Spencer made to head upstairs to settle scores

tow to the garage and flashed a toothy grin at Spencer. ‘I’m actually

of disgust passed through Spencer’s eyes at the sight of her dressed so inappropriately, daring to strut in front of

was the time for executive meetings; making a scene now would only put

with the place evident as she headed straight for the conference room, chewing

1/2

Chepler

nonchalantly.

members’ faces were shades of displeasure. The document circulated by Dorsey

against the man seated before the floor-to-ceiling windows, his presence casting a

the newly promoted Brielle before returning to the matter

the most at ease, leaned back in her chair, licked her lips, and caught her name amidst the discussions. Her eyes met Max’s just as a beam of sunlight glinted off the buttons of his shirt, casting an ethereal

“Ms. Haywood?”